Summary: He'd like to
believe that. But he knows. He knows that he's curious about what
he could have had. What he could have been.

Spoilers: Not many

Lucky Number Seven

He doesn't know why
he's here. In this town. In this place. It's exactly how he
remembers with its white picket fences, and its smiling children. The
gazebo is still beautiful. The shops are still the same well-kept,
quaint businesses.

He doesn't know why
he's here.

He'd like to believe
that. But he knows. He knows that he's curious about what he could
have had. What he could have been.

Never mind the fact
that he hasn't seen her since they broke up, twelve years ago. Or
that he's been married twice since then.

He pulls up in front
of the house and sits back with the car in park. It's not a very
big house, but it's not tiny. It's white, and has a few
houseplants on the porch, along with a bench. There's a nondescript
house matt sitting in front of the door.

He sighs deeply and
turns the car off, before getting out. He straightens his shirt, and
walks up the driveway to the porch and finally the front door. He
knocks decisively and waits.

After a few moments
the door swings open, and he looks down at the small boy standing
there, looking up at him. His skin is an olive shade, and his hair is
very messy and dark. His eyes give him away though.

He looks down at the
little boy and cracks a smile. "Hi, there. Is your mommy home?"

"Jack! Jack, what
did I say about…"

The female voice
that's carried to the door dies down as she comes into view. Her
brown hair is put up into a messy knot, and she's wearing no shoes,
though she's dressed in a business skirt suit and stockings.

Logan grins. "Hey,
there, Ace."

Rory picks up the
little boy protectively. "Logan…what…what are you doing here?"

He shrugs. "I was in
the neighborhood."

She nods skeptically.
"Stars Hollow isn't exactly in any sort of neighborhood you
usually frequent if I remember correctly."

"Can't I just
visit an old friend?" he asks with a good-natured smile.

"Well…" she
walks out of the house and leaves the door open. She sits on the
bench. "I just got back from a press summit in France yesterday."

"How'd that go?"

"Great." She
smiles genuinely. "Jess showed up at the airport with coffee, and
Jack gave me the most hideous flowers I've ever seen."

"Still addicted to
coffee?"

"Is that even a
question?"

"Right."

"So what about you?"
Rory asks. "What are you doing these days?"

"Uh…well…"

She waits, but he
doesn't continue and she nods.

"I know what you're
thinking," he says.

"Oh?"

"You're pitying
me."

"Am I?"

"Yup."

Rory shakes her head.
"You're wrong."

Logan blinks at her.
"Am I?"

"Yup."

"So what were you
thinking?"

She laughs a little.
"How long it's going to take Jack to pick out a book."

He closes his mouth
and nods. "You're really happy, huh?"

She sits back and
thinks about this, looking up at the porch's ceiling. "Well…I'm
still waiting for that whole humidity thing to go away…but other
than that…yeah. I am very happy."

He stares at her. "You
always were a weird one…"

Rory smiles at him.
"Maybe that's why you liked me."

"Yeah," Logan
tells her. "I mean…aside from the hot body, the brain and the
sex…yeah, the quirks were a turn-on." He sits next to her on the
bench and still looks at her. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"This. The dream
job, and the husband and the kid."

She smirks at him. "As
much as I would like to teach you how to catch a boy's eye…"

"You know what I
mean."

She shrugs. "It was
hard. But I wanted it. All of it. And I did everything I could to get
it."

He nods slowly, taking
all this in, and then gets up. "It was good seeing you."

Rory smiles up at him.
"What number am I?"

"What?"

"Don't play,"
she orders in her mommy voice. He never thought of her as having one,
but she does, and she just used it on him. "You're not going to
tell me I'm the first old girlfriend you've randomly dropped in
on."

He cracks the smile
that used to win her over as he backs away from her, heading back to
his car. "Lucky number seven."

"Only two-hundred
and fifty three more to go," she chuckles.

"Ace, you wound me!"
he cries, gripping his heart. "There were only two-hundred and
forty."

"Bye, Logan."

He waves and gets back
into his car.

She watches him drive
off, and then gets to her feet as she hears Jack calling her name,
asking if she can have more than one book for bedtime. She snickers.
"Two! No more, no less! Two shall be the number that you choose,
and the number that you shall choose will be two!" She closes the
door behind her.

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